Zhou Qingfeng stood quietly at the door, and didn't rush in, just looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of him flipping through the book.

Although the man had already noticed Zhou Qingfeng standing at the door, he didn't speak, just silently talked and turned another page, quietly looking at the book on the table.

The two of them sat in the room and stood outside the door, with an indescribable strange feeling, as if the gentleman was talking about the Tao and the disciple was listening, but in fact, neither of them was speechless, only the gentle sound of the wind.

Slowly, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the gentleman in the house also closed the book, stood up, flicked his robe, and walked into the house. Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng did not stand outside the door, but walked in across the door and walked straight to the table, and when he arrived at the table, he just stood, quietly waiting for Mr. to come out of the room. Soon, the gentleman slowly walked out of the room, with more pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand.

Zhou Qingfeng saw Mr. walk out, and bowed silently, and Mr. stopped and saluted Zhou Qingfeng when he saw this. That scene, like a spring breeze in winter, is very comforting.

Just as the two of them bowed in return, a head slowly poked out of the room. Zhou Qingfeng withdrew his hand and stood up at the same time that his eyes were just meeting the gaze in the upper room.

Looking intently, the woman slowly walked out of the screen, smiling out of the corners of her eyes, dressed in a yellow cotton jacket, but the skin on her face and neck was as white as snow, and her eyes were like clear water, turning around on everyone's faces a few times. The girl's appearance is extremely beautiful, she is really like a pearl, the beauty of jade is fluorescent, there is a faint breath of book between her eyebrows, and a pair of slender hands and skin are like jade. Although the girl is not very old, she seems to be a beauty embryo.

What is the girl's name Zhou Qingfeng has never asked, after all, Zhou Qingfeng has met at the old village chief's house since he was a child, and the number of times he has met today is only a handful. If you really want to say it, Zhou Qingfeng doesn't even know who the girl is. There is no way, every day of life makes Zhou Qingfeng very full every day, so full that he hardly has any time to rest.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at it and didn't look at it anymore, but helped Mr. spread out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and didn't ask Mr. about his fainting before, just quietly studied the ink.

Seeing this, the gentleman also showed a smile on his face, and he didn't say anything, just looked back at his daughter and then at Zhou Qingfeng. A sigh, and a wry smile. Although he hadn't left this private school recently, he could also sense several unusual breaths in the town recently, and sighed again. "It seems that everything that should have come and what shouldn't have come has come, Bing'er, I hope you won't blame Dad, Dad has endured it for so many years, and now you are not as old as you were when you were still swaddling and you can survive alone, and Dad is going to be willful. The gentleman looked at the girl who had walked behind him with a gentle face.

The paper was spread out, the ink was studied, and the man no longer thought about anything, but picked up the brush and said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Zhou Qingfeng, since you are here today, it means that you already have the answer in your heart, but there are some things I still want to remind you that this road is not as simple as you think, and the bloody wind cannot be described." Maybe some people call you brothers today, and tomorrow they will be able to pick up a knife and hunt you down. You have to be mentally prepared, even if it is your best playmate Zhang Tie, it may be a sword in the future. You, think about it. ”

Zhou Qingfeng heard the man's words, although he was already prepared in his heart, but when he heard the latter sentence "It may also be a sword against each other", his heart was still stunned, and his heart, which was originally as calm as the surface of a lake, was still rippled, and his face was not as calm as when he first came, and he still frowned.

Seeing this, the man dipped the brush in ink, and an abnormal breath attached to the brush, and shouted at Zhou Qingfeng: "Zhou Qingfeng, look carefully." After saying that, the next moment it was written on a piece of paper.

"Bloody Rain"

Rumble!

As soon as I finished writing, I saw that there seemed to be a blood-colored frenzy all around, and the blood was soaring. At a glance, Zhou Qingfeng felt as if those four words had come to life, turning into an iron horseman, wearing blood armor, holding a war knife, and rushing towards him.

"Kill, kill, kill. ”

The iron cavalry was extremely fast, the battle knife was raised high, and the mouth was screaming, and it rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng's mind. The iron cavalry was extremely fast, the war sword was raised high, and the mouth was screaming, and it rushed straight towards Zhou Qingfeng's mind. Zhou Qingfeng, who had never seen such a scene, subconsciously fell backwards, instinctively wanting to dodge. But how can the iron knight incarnated by words be so simple to dodge.

Rumble!

There was another roar, and I saw that Zhou Qingfeng's whole body was instantly wrapped in the blood-colored vortex, and the iron horse went straight past Zhou Qingfeng's body and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual sea. Of course, these things can only be felt by Zhou Qingfeng, who is in the center, even the girl standing directly behind the two of them does not feel any discomfort.

At the same time that the iron rider rushed into Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual sea, the aura of the pen in Mr. Na's hand skyrocketed again, and even the brush that didn't look simple began to tremble violently, as if it was about to break free.

Although the outside world was calm and windless, Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual sea turned up a shocking wave, and those iron horsemen launched the first wave of charges as soon as they arrived at Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual sea, causing the spiritual sea that was originally only the size of a bowl to shake violently, as if it had been expanded a little, but the violent shock made Zhou Qingfeng feel painful, and even the spiritual sea seemed to be almost unable to hold on, and there were faint traces of cracking.

Seeing this, the man no longer cared about his own breath gradually withering, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, using blood as ink, and wrote the words "follow his own heart" after the "bloody rain and bloody wind", although the four words were written by the essence blood, but there was no trace of slaughter on it, but with a holy brilliance shining around Zhou Qingfeng, the four words were like ** saints. Rushed into the sea of Zhou Qingfeng's spirit. An indifferent repair aura suddenly appeared, frantically repairing the spiritual sea that had been cracked by the iron horseman.

"Zhou Qingfeng, don't be afraid, go to fight, to overcome, and find the result you hope for in your heart. Follow your own heart!" a loud shout sounded in Zhou Qingfeng's mind.

When Zhou Qingfeng heard that voice, his heart, which was still a little struggling, suddenly became cheerful. A more refined aura emanated from Zhou Qingfeng's body.

And the gentleman who finished writing "Follow Your Own Heart" spurted out a mouthful of blood, retreated suddenly, and hit the ground hard, although the breath on his body became more and more sluggish, but looking at Zhou Qingfeng's eyes with a smile, he no longer cared about his injuries, but laughed in his heart: "Hahaha, senior, I owe you Xiu Ru will pay you back today, I know what my predecessors mean, but Xiu Ru is afraid that it will not be completed, I hope my predecessors will forgive me." ”